BassMaster

Thanks for sharing, Rita. Great start. One question: Exactly HOW HOT WAS IT? One more question: How can someone eat sausage biscuits and gravy and then make "fattie" comments with a straight face?

Excellent update to day la tres. You have also reminded me to start posing that Slyce logo myself. One more mental note. BTW, while you were porking out on Raglan chips, ice cream, etc, I was relaxing back at the site under that LARGE sport-brella that also fit nicely into Taylor the trailer, and was indulging in some chips and salsa with a side of Sam Adams and a Magic Hat for dessert. There was no need to check on me, but I appreciate your concern.

Brent, that 12 hour recess you were hearing was not from the pool area, that was my sister in law, her husband and his brother enjoying their vodka-palooza in 1306. I think those Bloody Mary crazed mosquitos threw that pole in the canal. At least that's what my in-laws told the po-po. Thanks for sharing your trip.

MD, once again I am awed and inspired by your attention to detail and helping me remember things from the trip that I had either totally missed or simply forgot due to my apparent case of ADD/ADHD; hyperactive? NOT, except when the bass be bitin’. I am making mental notes, since there is a lot of blank space in this old noggin’ of mine, to pay more attention to the little things, except for Captain Fruit-of-the-Loom, our neighbor. To “steal” a line from Jack Nicholson, “You make me want to be a better” camper. Mega props on the update.

Aqua Duck, oh yeah. Totally tubular, dude. Like, whoooooaaa. Thanks again for inviting us along. I am certainly enjoying the ride.

Two comments about our food here, MD. First, notice the warning label on your cooktop; I may make a suggestion to the Comfort Station personnal that they post one of these above the outside door, especially when we've (that's you and I) been touring with beers from the dark side. Enough said. Second, I must mention the double-yolk egg that looks like the bikini top for Mrs. Spongbob Squarepants, if there were such a character. The unplayed song for that day, "Itsy Bitsy, Teeny Weeny...". Sorry, I'm just adding to the cheesiness on the griddle, which just happens to be protected by Musket Micke

Great start TCD. I must tell you that the last and only time my family has been on a Dis-cruise was the Magic in the summer of 1998, just after its maiden launch. Mrs. BassMaster was pregnant with my son, so we can actually say that the entire family was on that cruise. Unfortunately, that it was one of our least favorite cruises ever, but we all know that they have worked out the bugs, bigtime. Of course, they've had 13 years to make it MAGICal. Thanks so much for sharing. BTW - the smiles on TCD family faces tell it all. They would make the Cheshire Cat jealous. Bravo, dad.

The Barbie pole is lying on the ground next to us. That cat was as long as the pole that defeated it.

OK, I haven't figured out yet how to compress a photo to the right size. Maybe I don't have the right software on my PC.

Check out this trophy cat; an unwary victim of Annie O. and her infamous Barbie pole

MD, had you been around camp when I snatched that couple-pounder from the canal behind our loop, (instead of dole whipping with your family), you could have tried your hand at creating the first MD Bass Roll a la Fort. There is plenty of green, slimy algae at the bottom of the canals that resembles seaweed for garnish. You just need an extra large clump of wasabi to hide the flava; "Fiendishly delicious". BTW - I am ashamed that my son and I haven't "done the Dole" yet. Give me time, I'll get there. Something to look forward to during the next 22 years, my friend.

Dynamite and Lasers.....suffice it to say, I own both.....left both at home. I did enough damage with the plastic worms and the small (bass) bite-sized bluegill's. Also caught a couple of catfish and a couple of turtles (they love that chicken skin).

I see that you are digging for a post from me (pun intended). You neglected to mention the 9 fishing rods, 2 cane poles, 2 fans, castnet, buckets, enough extension cords to grab an open outlet at the Grand Floridian, my campfire/firepit chairs that you can't seem to keep your camo-wrapped buttocks out of (especially after you forgot or broke your anti-gravity lounger chair), crock pot, griddle, etc, etc. 4 days, baby, and it was worth the packing, and we never broke out the microwave. Truth be told, I had such good memories that I had forgotten about the skeeters. Damn, them boys was ginorm

The BassMaster awaits. Also, want to make sure that you post none of my blood or sweat, just my bass.

I asked this question on the bottom of someone else's topic, but couldn't find it myself. So, I figured the best thing to do was start my own topic. I was told that I needed to go to Kissimmee or Clermont or Lake Wales to by shiners. The question is: Where exactly to I go to find the "nearest" bait shop for shiners? Thanks for the help.

I am searching for the nearest bait shop(s), Kissimmee, etc, that sell live shiners. Thanks for your help.

Because we like you (somebody had to say it), but it wasn't me, it was the Mustache. MD and the Trip Readers (sounds like a new rock group), have given the mustache a life of its own; it wants its own account and login. I look forward to the next trip and the monster bass that keeps eluding us. Glad to have been a part of this MLK weekend. --BM